Trampled Under Foot
Composer(s): Jimmy Page - John Paul Jones - Robert Plant
First release: Led Zeppelin - 1975
Covered by multiple other artists



Greasy slicked down body, groovy leather trim
I like the way you hold the road, mama, it ain't no sin
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
Trouble-free transmission, helps your oil flow
Mama, let me pump your gas, mama, let me do it all
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
Dig that heavy metal underneath your hood
Baby, I could work all night, believe I've got the perfect tools
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
A model built for comfort, really built with style
Specialist tradition, mama, let me feast my eyes
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
Factory air-conditioned, heat begins to rise
Guaranteed to run for hours, mama it's a perfect size
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
Groovin' on the freeway, gauge is on the red
Gun down on my gasoline, I believe I'm gonna crack a head
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
I can't stop talkin' about
Come to me for service every hundred miles
Baby, let me check your points, fix your overdrive
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
Fully automatic, comes in any size
Makes me wonder what I did, before we synchronized
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
Feather-light suspension, coils just couldn't hold
I'm so glad I took a look inside your showroom doors
Talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love, talkin' 'bout love
Oh, I can't stop talkin' about love

Ukelele Lady
Composer(s): Gus Kahn; Richard Whiting
Performer(s): Vaughn Deleath
and multiple other artists



I saw the splendour of the moonlight
On Honolulu Bay
There's something tender in the moonlight
On Honolulu Bay

And all the beaches are filled with peaches
Who bring their ukes along
And in the glimmer of the moonlight
They love to sing this song

If you like Ukulele Lady
Ukulele Lady like a'you
If you like to linger where it's shady
Ukulele Lady linger too

If you kiss Ukulele Lady
While you promise ever to be true
And she sees another Ukulele
Lady foolin' 'round with you

Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot)
Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not)
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By and by

To sing to when it's cool and shady
Where the tricky wicky wacky woo
If you like Ukulele Lady
Ukulele Lady like a'you

She used to sing to me by moonlight
On Honolulu Bay
Fond memories cling to me by moonlight
Although I'm far away

Some day I'm going, where eyes are glowing
And lips are made to kiss
To see somebody in the moonlight
And hear the song I miss

If you like Ukulele Lady
Ukulele Lady like a'you
If you like to linger where it's shady
Ukulele Lady linger too

If you kiss Ukulele Lady
While you promise ever to be true
And she sees another Ukulele
Lady foolin' 'round with you

Maybe she'll sigh (an awful lot)
Maybe she'll cry (and maybe not)
Maybe she'll find somebody else
By and by

To sing to when it's cool and shady
Where the tricky wicky wacky woo
If you like Ukulele Lady
Ukulele Lady like a'you

Just Visiting
Composer(s): Lynsey De Paul
Performer(s): Lynsey De Paul



When we first began 
And man received his present name 
We were worshipping the sun and moon 
And hoping it would rain 
Thinking we were puppets 
of some universal power 
We expected his arrival any hour 

Suddenly it came 
A chariot across the sky 
Roaring like an angry tiger 
Giving us a great surprise 
And what was surely God indeed 
Stepped out a burning plane 
Proceeding to explain 

I'm not your maker 
An angel or a saint divine 
Not your Creator 
Giving you a holy sign 
I am a spaceman 
And I'm just visting the earth 
You are an apeman 
And I've been visiting you 
Ever since your birth 

Man was but a child 
And little did he understand 
And he couldn't write this story down 
So his children heard it second hand 
And what was pure and simple 
Now a miracle became 
The spaceman was its name 

I'm not your maker 
An angel or a saint divine 
Not your Creator 
Giving you a holy sign 
I am a spaceman 
And I'm just visting the earth 
You are an apeman 
And I've been visiting you 
Ever since your birth 

And now we've joined the race 
Travellers in outer-space 
Very soon we too might have to say 

I'm not your maker 
An angel or a saint divine 
Not your Creator 
Giving you a holy sign 
I am a spaceman 
And I'm just visting your earth 
You are an apeman 
And I've been visiting you 
Ever since your birth...

Tramp And The Young Girl
Performer(s): Mark Almond



Down by the river, foggy and grey
Only a young girl kneeling to pray
Down in the water, muddy and cold
Eyes red from crying 
A torn, ragged soul

Once so young and gay
Once in dreams of yesterday

Down by the river, foggy and grey
Only an old tramp shuffles his way
He saw that the water, that the water so wide
Held the young body of a love that had died

Once so young and fair
Once, and now despair

Down by the reeds, they found him next day
Dead like the young girl, in the water so grey
That muddy old river took two of a kind
A tramp and a young girl
That love left behind

I Miss You So
Composer(s): Jimmy Henderson - Sydney Robin - Bertha Scott
Performer(s): The Cats & The Fiddle
and multiple other artists



Those happy hours I spent with you
That lovely afterglow
But most of all I miss you so
Your sweet caresses each rendezvous
Your voice so soft and low
But most of all I miss you so
You once filled my heart
There's no regrets, no, no fears
And now you'll find my heart
Filled to the top with tears
I'll always love you and want you too
How much, how much you'll never know
But most of all I miss you so
But most of all I miss you so

I Miss You Honey, Miss You All The Time
Composer(s): Charles K. Harris



I can see a picture of a cottage 
In a valley 'neath a Southern sky
I can see her standing 'mid the flowers
Where we plighted troth, my love and I 
Just a lovers quarrel, then we parted 
She may love another, I suppose
But my heart goes out to her with yearning
And I wonder if my Honey knows

Violets are growing in the meadow
Honey suckles twine around her door
I can see her in the grassy orchard
Over her the pink white blossoms pour
There is something calls me back to Honey
'T is no use, I'm going home today
Take her in my arms once more and tell her
How I longed to see her and to say

Oh, how I miss you Honey, miss you 
Could I only kiss you, kiss you
If I could but hold you in my arms again
For, oh, my heart is sad and weary 
Just for you, my little dearie
How I miss you, honey, miss you all the time

Just Try And Picture Me Back Home In Tennessee
Composer(s): William Jerome; Walter Donaldson
Performer(s): Johnny Maddox



I'm so happy, oh, so happy, don't you envy me? 
I leave today at three for sunny Tennessee 
dad and mother, sis' and brother, waiting for me there 
and at the table, next to Mable, there's an extra chair

At the station my relations all will be on hand with a hometown band
the best band in the land 
Hezekiah and Maria they'll hand me alaugh
and my old dad will be so glad, he'll kill the fatted calf

Back home in Tennesse just try to picture me right on my mother's knee
she thinks the world of me
all I can think of tonight is a field of snowy white
banjos ringing, darkies singing, all this world seems bright
The roses round the door make me love mother more 
I'll see my sweetheart Flo and friends I used to know
Why, they'll be right there to meet me
Just imagine how they'll greet me when I get back
when I get back to my home in Tennessee

Tramp
Composer(s): Lowell Fulson - Jimmy McCracklin
First release: Lowell Fulson - 1966
Covered by multiple other artists



Tramp 
You can call me that
I Don't wear that kind of clothes: Stuts and hats
But I'm a lover
Mana was - Papa too
I'm not a child: Love is all I gonna do

Call me country
That a new word
I'll answer when 
You call me, Baby, I mean, if that makes 
You feel good...
But I'm just a lover
Mama was - Papa too
But I'm not a child: Love is all I gonna do

Now: Whatever You call me
I even go for that!
'Cause I keep a fat pack crawling in my pocket Baby!
You know, I don't own three Cadillacs 
'Cause I'm just a lover
Mama was - Papa too
I'm not a child: Love is all I gonna do

I Miss You 
Composer(s): Kenneth Gamble; Leon Huff
First release by: Harold Melvin & The Blue Notes - 1972



Ooh...ooh...
(Oh, I)
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
(Oh, I)
(I miss you, baby)
(Oh...)

(Oh, I) Oh, I (Oh, I)
(Miss you) I miss you, baby (Miss you)
(Miss you, miss you) I swear I do 
(Miss you) Mmm, hmm

Every since you went away
I ain’t been doing nothing but
(Thinking, thinking) 
(Thinking, thinking)
With my head in my hands 
(Thinking)

You been away from so long
and I just don’t think I can carry on so I start
(Drinking, drinking)
(Drinking, drinking)
Each and every night 
(Drinking)

(Ah...ah...ah...) 
Trying to drown all my loneliness away
I don’t forget a day
Fall down on my knees wishing for your return
And oh, how I hurt

‘Cause I (Oh, I) Oh, I (Oh, I)
(Miss you) I miss you, baby 
(Miss you)
(Miss you, miss you) 
Oh, Lord (Miss you)

You can look at my eyes and see
That a great big man like me has been
(Crying, crying)
(Crying, crying)
Crying my heart and soul out to you, baby 
(Crying)

Sitting in my lonely room
Filled with nothing but gloom and I feel like
(Dying, dying)
(Dying, dying)
Hey, y’all help me 
(Dying)

(Ah...ah...ah...) 
‘Cause ever since the day you left
I don’t know what to do with myself
Oh...I wish for your return
And oh, how I hurt

‘Cause I (Oh, I) Oh, I (Oh, I)
(Miss you) I miss you, baby 
(Miss you)
(Miss you, miss you) 
I miss you, baby (Miss you), oh...I

(Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...)
Oh, I
I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you) 
(Miss you, miss you)
I swear I do (Miss you)

Oh, I 
Oh, I 
(Oh, I) Oh, I (Oh, I)
(Miss you, miss you)
I miss you, baby, without you, baby, they’re ain’t no future
(Miss you, miss you, miss you) Yeah, oh...no

(Oh, I) Oh, I (Oh, I)
I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you) 
I miss you, baby, I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you, miss you)
Without you I don’t know what to do with myself, what to do with my time

Hmm
Hello
Did I disturb you
I didn’t mean to take up too much of your time but
Just thought I’d give you a ring and see how you was doing
How’s, how’s everything
A friend of mine told me he saw you the other day
Said you was still looking good
Heh, made me feel kind of good, you know
Told me, told me that you did ask about me
Heh
I been really meaning to try to get to talk to you
For now but
You know how a man’s pride is
Sometimes it kind of won’t let him do what he wanna do

(Oh, I) Yeah, baby 
(Oh, I), come back to me, darling
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you, miss you) 
I don’t want nobody else, hey, hey, baby (Miss you)
(Oh, I, Oh, I) Hey, baby
(Miss you, miss you) 
I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you, miss you)
I miss you, baby, I don’t know what to do with my time, with myself
Without you, baby

Hmm, guess what
I know this will knock you dead but
I even went out and got a gig
Oh, forgot you know hip to the hip talk
Plain J-O-B, baby
In eight hours a day, all the overtime I can get
I don’t know, I guess it might be too late but
I swear I miss you

(Oh, I, Oh, I) Yeah, Lord knows
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you) 
Don’t do me like this, baby (Miss you, miss you)
Yeah, I’m on my knees, I’m begging you please
(Oh, I, Oh, I) 
Oh, baby, baby, baby, baby, I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you) 
Oh, Lord (Miss you, miss you) 
Hey, girl, hey, girl
Hey, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
(Oh, I, Oh, I) 
I can’t go on without you, baby
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you, miss you, miss you) 
What am I gonna do, what can I say
I love you, baby, ha 

Heh, remember how I used to always say how lucky I done been
You know being they got that lottery, I hit it
I’d like to kind of make up for
A lot of things that just seemed not to go right
Don’t want you to think I’m trying to buy back your love or your friendship
But now I feel I got a chance to kind of make things up to you a little bit
Heh, enough about you and me
How’s my little son?
Hmm, he ever ask about me?
Just a little bit
does he still like to go down by the supermarket?
If I could just
If I could just see you
Can’t really say what you mean or what you want over the phone
I swear I miss you
You done heard it ten times or more but
I swear I done changed 
I swear I done changed

(Oh, I, Oh, I) I miss you, baby
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you, miss you) Oh, Lord) 
Miss you, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby, yeah, baby
(Oh, I, Oh, I)
(Miss you, miss you)
(Miss you, miss you, miss you, baby) 

Just To See Her
Composer(s): Jimmy George; Lou Pardini
Performer(s): Smokey Robinson;
and various other artists



Just to see her 
Just to touch her 
Just to hold her in my arms again one more time 

If I could feel her warm embrace 
See her smiling face 
Can't find anyone to take her place 
I've got to see her again 

I would do anything 
I would go anywhere 
There's nothing I wouldn't do 
Just to see her again 

I can't hide it 
I can't fight it 
It's so hard to live without the love she gave to me 

Doesn't she know it 
I tried hard not to show it 
Can't I make her realize that she really needs me again 

I would do anything 
I would go anywhere 
There's nothing I wouldn't do 
Just to see her again 
She brightened up my everyday 
Made me feel so good in every way 
If I could have her back to stay 
I've got to see her again

Trainwreck Of Emotion
Composer(s): Alan Rhody - Jon Vezner
Performer(s): Lorrie Morgan; Del McCoury



I can see it all so clearly as I'm looking back
I was headed down the wrong way on a one-way track
There must be a million chances that a fool could take
Well this fool took every one and never hit the brakes
I'm lying in the rubble cinder,smoke and ash
My heart still poundin' from the impact of the crash
I can see tomorrow's headlines
"Heartbroke from blind devotion"
Just another victim of a
Trainwreak of emotion
We were burnin' like a furnace as he poured on the coal
Drive wheel a churnin',I mean love was on a roll
Faster and faster I swear we left the ground
But when that smoke had cleared he was nowhere around
I'm lying in the rubble cinder,smoke and ash
My heart still poundin' from the impact of the crash
I can see tomorrow's headlines
"Heartbroke from blind devotion"
Just another victim of a
Trainwreak of emotion
Rumors are flyin' about how our love had failed
But I know it was him that pulled the switch
And left me derailed
I'm lying in the rubble cinder,smoke and ash
My heart still poundin' from the impact of the crash
I can see tomorrow's headlines
"Heartbroke from blind devotion"
Just another victim of a
Trainwreak of emotion
Just one more victim of a
Trainwreck of emotion
Trainwreck of emotion
Trainwreck of emotion

I Miss You
Composer(s): Graham Nash
Performer(s): Graham Nash



Thinking of myself today
I'm sorry that you went away
I'm feeling down
What can I say?
I miss you
I'm holding back and it's not fair
I think I'm trying not to care
of broken hearts I've had my share
but I miss you.

What did we do last Saturday night?
Dining at your mother's on whipped cream and wine
make me feel good all the time
make me feel good all the time
make me feel good
good

Just To Hold My Hand
Composer(s): Paul Perryman; Dan Robey
Performer(s): Clyde McPhatter;
and various other artists



I wanna know do you love me?
Tell me do you care?
Will you let me hold you baby?
Take you anywhere?
Tell me, will you let me be, let me be your friend?
Will you let me hold you?
Until then, yeah, don't you know baby
That the truth is the lie?
Ask yourself, dear, if you're doing me right
'Cause I wanna love you
Oh but not just to let you sit, sit and hold my hand
Baby, just hold my hand
Now I wanna love you, oh but not just to let you sit
Sit and hold my hand, baby just hold my hand

When I first met you, we took a long long walk
While we were walkin baby, we had a long long talk
I told you how I wanted you, and all the things I'd do
If you'd only prove that you loved me too
Yeah, I wanna tell you how it thrills, a how it thrills me
To call your name
If we don't make it, you've got yourself to blame
'Cause I'm gonna love you, oh but not just to let you sit
Sit and hold my hand
Sit and hold my hand
Sit and hold my hand....

Trains And Boats And Planes
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David
First release: Burt Bacharach And His Orch. & Chorus - 1965
Covered by multiple other artists

Versions In Other Languages: 
1965 - Quand Un Bateau Passe (Claude François)
1984 - Havens En Stations (Erik Van Neygen)



Trains and bloats and planes are passing by
They mean a trip to Paris or Rome
For someone else, but not for me
The trains and the boats and planes
Took you away, away from me

We were so in love and high above
We had a star to wish upon
Wish and dreams come true, but not for me
The trains and the boats and planes
Took you away, away from me

You are from another part of the world
You had to go back awhile and then
You said you soon would return again
I'm waiting here like I promised to
I'm waiting here, but where are you

Oh... oh... trains and boats and planes took you away
But every time I see her/him I pray
And if my prayer can cross the sea
The trains and the boats and planes
Will bring you back, back home to me
The trains and the boats and planes
Will bring you back, back home to me

I Miss You
Composer(s): Donnie Sumner
Performer(s): Elvis Presley



Still I recall all the good times together
The love we shared, the fun and the laughter
How I wish you could feel what my heart says tonight, dear
I miss you and I wish you were here

Dreams that I had, they lay broken in sorrow
The plans I made, my hopes for tomorrow
If I could I would tell you I'm lonesome tonight, dear
Oh, I miss you and I wish you were here

All through the night I will see memories passing
The way you looked, the sound of your laughing
How I long for the touch of your hand holding mine, dear
Oh, I miss you and I wish you were here

Lord, I miss you and I wish you were here

Just To Be With You
Composer(s): Marvin Kalfin
Performer(s): The Passions



Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh ooh)

There is nothing I wouldn't do
Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'd climb mountains or sail the seas
I'd crawl a thousand miles upon my knees
I'd find a rainbow and take it from the sky
I'll be a slave till the day I die (die)

Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh ooh)

There is nothing I wouldn't do
Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh)
I'll build a castle like those of old
And I would sell it for wealths of gold
I'll fight a lion, compose a symphony
I'll count the stars in the galaxy (eeee)

Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh)
Just to be with you (ooh, ooh, ooh)

There isn't anything I wouldn't do
Just to be with you (bomm)

Havens En Stations
((Adapted from: Trains And Boats And Planes (Burt Bacharach And His Orch. & Chorus) - 1965))
((French Version: Quand Un Bateau Passe (Claude François) - 1965))
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach - Hal David - Erik Van Neygen
Performer(s): Erik Van Neygen - 1984



Havens en stations brachten me haast de wereld rond
Toch, er was daar niets wat me erg trok
Tenzij mijn wens om weer dicht bij jou te zijn
Zo vlug als ’k kon, bij jou te zijn
Liefde was een spel voor jou en mij
Te veel verwend en zonder besef
Van plaats of tijd,hoe goed het was
Om steeds dicht bij jou te zijn
Zo veel als ’k kon, bij jou te zijn

Hoe voel jij je nu daarginds heel alleen
Voel je je beter dan toen
Voel je je beter dan toen bij mij
Ben je op zoek ja, vergeefs op zoek
Want ik wacht hier, en waar ben jij

havens en stations brachten me haast de wereld rond
maar telkens als ik dan aan je denk
weerklinkt mijn wens om weer dicht bij jou te zijn
Zo vlug als ’k kan, bij jou te zijn

I Miss My Darling
Composer(s): Benny Davis; Abner Silver
Performer(s): Billy Cotton & His Band



I miss my darling
I miss my darling tonight, tonight
Oh where is my darling
Where is my darling tonight

(Alan)
She went away, it was harvest time
We kissed goodbye where the roses twine
She knows I’m hers, and I know she’s mine
Faithful forever I’ll be

I miss my darling
I miss my darling tonight, tonight
Oh where is my darling
Where is my darling tonight

(Doreen)
Flowers were blooming, ‘twas early spring
From every tree we heard robins sing
I heard the bells in the belfry ring
Telling my heart he’ll return

(Doreen & Chorus)
I miss my darling
I miss my darling tonight, tonight
Oh where is my darling
Where is my darling tonight

(Alan)
From every hilltop and shady glen
I hear her calling me now and then
I know that I’ll never love again
Until she’s back in my arms

(All)
I miss my darling
I miss my darling tonight, tonight
Oh where is my darling
I miss my darling tonight
Miss my darling
I miss my darling tonight

Just To Be Close To You
Composer(s): Lionel Richie
Performer(s): The Commodores



Just to be close to you girl
Just for a moment, well just for an hour
Just to be close to you girl
Oh well ah baby aw

You know I've been thru so many changes in my life girl
Aw I've been up real high where I thought I didn't need anybody
Aw and then again I've been down real low where
There was no one in my life who needed me
Aw and I found that material things I thought had so much value
Aw girl didn't really have any value at all

There was a lonely man
A man with no direction, with no purpose
With no one to love and no one to love me for, for me
Aw girl then you, then you came into my life
You made my jagged edges smooth 
You made my direction so clear and you aw woman
You became my purpose my reason for livin' girl

You see you're my heart, you're soul
You're my stone inspiration
Baby oh that's why I'm standin' here singin' 
And opening my arms to you 
I wanna say child why don't you 
Take my hand and we'll live in love forever
Yeah take my hand ooh, we'll be alone you and me yeah

Take my hand girl
We'll live our lives together yeah together
Together yeah together
Just to be close to you girl
Just for the moment baby, just for an hour
Just to be close to you girl, hey, ooh

I've been out there searchin' so very long baby
Searchin' to find somebody just like you
And for some folks it takes a lifetime sugar
To find in this world a dream come true
Why don't you take my hand 
Oh, we'll live in love forever yeah
Take my hand girl, we'll be alone you and me
Take my hand we'll spend our lives together
Together, together, together
Just to be close to you girl
Just for the moment just for the hour
Just to be close to you girl
I need you baby

To make love to be loved by you baby
To have your warm body close to mine
To whisper words that make you feel like a woman
Girl I know our love will stand the test of time
Just to be close to you girl

For the moment baby, for the moment baby
For the moment baby
For the sugar, sugar, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My arms are still burnin' girl
Ya got me yearnin' for your love
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Trains
Performer(s): Reginald Gardiner



I have a theory about railway engines being bad tempered 
Well, when I say bad tempered, that's putting it mildly! 
They're actually livid, furious beasts and they loathe humanity 
So different from a ship, which is a sad, proud, graceful creature

You know, I can never understand why an engine driver isn't afraid of the monster he's in charge of, but he isn't! 
And when the train's about to leave, he pulls down a lever and this livid beast is unleashed 
Like this: Huhhh... huh... huh... huh... huhhh... huh... huh... huh... huh... huh... huh... and so forth, on it's journey

Well, now we've unleashed this livid beast, we find it's still equally furious 
and it has this colossal argument with the rails it's running on 
Like this: Biddlah-da, giddlah-da, diddley-dee, diddley-dah, diddley-dee, giddley-dah, giddley-duh... and that goes on the entire journey 
And, not only does it have a colossal argument with the rails it's running on, but also all the other rails when they dare to cross it's own 
Like this: Biddlah-duh, giddlah-duh, diddley-dee, diddley-dah, biddley-diddley-biddley-dee... and so on

Well, then we get out into the country and we come to a little rustic bridge spanning the railway 
It's quite inoffensive, this dear little bridge, but the engine can't bear anything within it's reach at all
so it shouts at the little bridge as it goes underneath 
Like this: Biddlah-dah, giddlah-dah, diddley-dee, diddley-dah, diddley-dee 
Haahhh, buddlah-dah, biddlah-dee, guddlah-dah

Incidently, talking about this argument with the rails, this diddlah-duh business 
I'm not a much travelled man, but I'm told this goes on all over the world, on all the different railways 
For instance, in France exactly the same thing takes place, only the language is different, you know 
Suddley-da, suddley na, suddley-da, suck-it-yourself, suddley-da, suddlah-dah... it's all much the same thing!

Speaking of France 
The first time I ever went there, I arrived at Calais and very close to the quayside I came across my first glimpse of a French engine 
I was vastly impressed, because it seemed to be four times as big and eight times as livid as any engine I'd ever seen before! 
To begin with, it had eight of everything, cow catchers and bells and everything but the kitchen stove hanging all over it
Added to which, it had a very bad tempered word written across the front 
It just said 'Nord', which I know is horrid to start with!
And it was a great pleasure to find I was allowed to do something in France that I'm not allowed to do in my own country 
Namely that I could walk across the line to get to the platform on the other side, instead of going over by that maddening bridge!

So I picked up my little bag and walked in front of this monster, cowering away from it 
And suddenly to my amazement, it let out an extraordinarily efffeminate voice 
It seemed to me to be so enormously masculine and yet, as it started on it's journey for Paris, all it managed to summon up was: 'Fah' 
Of course, I may be wrong about that, but it really does seem to me to be a little peculiar

Proceeding on our journey we find, from time to time, that we tear through certain wayside stations where no train has ever deigned to stop 
People have been standing, waiting on these stations for centuries, but the engine ignores them, shouting as it rushes past
Like this: Diddley-dah, diddley-dah, raahh, romm, waahh, diddley-da, diddley-da, diddley-da, diddley-da

Then, of course, in time we get to a manufacturing town 
Now when you get to these big towns, if you look out of the window, you'll notice some things called sidings 
on which a quite inexplicable thing called shunting takes place 
This, of course, is just an excuse on the part of the railway company to provide homes for old engines!
You see, there comes a time with an engine when it ceases to be virile and hearty and it just becomes long funnelled and tiresome 
So it's put on one of these sidings and given a lot of trucks to play with 
And, if you happen to have a bedroom anywhere near a siding 
you'll find that you're woken up very early in the morning by trucks taking umbridge 
And it goes like this: Huh... huh... huh... p-dink-dink, p-dank-donk, p-donk-dank, p-tink-donk-donk-donk-donk... to the far end 
And, of course, there's another old gentleman at the other end who decides to do the same thing and biffs them all back again 
And in this way, the railway company is carried on

Now there's one thing I must know before I die, and that's something that takes place in the tunnel outside Snowhill Station, Birmingham
You dash into the tunnel very fast and the brakes go on and you look out of the window 
and all down the tunnel at intervals are a lot of flare lights 
And in between these flare lights are men, standing!
They're leaning on shovels and pick-axes and golf clubs, or anything they can get hold of 
And these men, they live there... definitely!
And as you go slowly through the tunnel, an extraordinary noise starts at the far end and slowly crashes past the window 
I've no idea what it is, but it goes something like this: Brom-brom-brom-brom, durrum-durrum-durrum, aling-aling-aling-aling-aling 
I think it's a piece of tin which has been nailed to the side of the tunnel with some number on it 
or something that doesn't seem to mean anything to anybody 
And it's too big! And it strikes the side of the train as it goes through 
And, presumably, the men are merely there to bend the tin back, ready for the next train to hit it as it goes through the tunnel

Now, lastly, I'm going to tell you the one thing that an engine loathes more than anything else 
And that is another engine coming in the opposite direction 
That it cannot bear! 
And by this time, you'll have settled down having got quite used to the diddley-dum, diddley-dum nonsense and all other maddening noises 
when suddenly, to your horror, this new thing bursts upon you and nearly knocks you on the carriage floor 
It's the most frightening thing in the world and it goes something like this
Biddley-da, diddley-dum, diddley-dum, shaahhhhh, huddley-da, huddley-da, huddley-da!

Well folks, that's all... back to the asylum! Good night